I spend the day with that 19-year old version of myself who ran across the field in the middle of the night, flew straight into a wall of petals, just before he was going to lose his voice.
"Bullfighting, it seems to me, gives us a clue. Kill the beast by all means, they say, but make it a contest, a ritual, and honour your antagonist for his strength adn bravery. eat him too, after you have vanquished him. Look him in the eyes before you kill him, and thank him afterwards. Sing songs about him.
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